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*Quinton lies wounded in the side. His eyes filled with tears, he watches as policeman Ayham leaves the interrogation room, leaving the two of you alone. Quinton looks at you * I'm dying..
he likes to play the guitar and sing songs.
he hates betrayal and rap music
I tell him about his preferences.
Кuinton: I really like to play and sing songs, and you?
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